In His Steps eBook

Chapter Twenty-nine

The breakfast hour at the settlement was the one hour
in the day when the whole family found a little breathing
space to fellowship together. It was an hour
of relaxation. There was a great deal of good-natured
repartee and much real wit and enjoyable fun at this
hour. The Bishop told his best stories. Dr.
Bruce was at his best in anecdote. This company
of disciples was healthily humorous in spite of the
atmosphere of sorrow that constantly surrounded them.
In fact, the Bishop often said the faculty of humor
was as God-given as any other and in his own case
it was the only safety valve he had for the tremendous
pressure put upon him.

This particular morning he was reading extracts from
a morning paper for the benefit of the others.
Suddenly he paused and his face instantly grew stern
and sad. The rest looked up and a hush fell over
the table.

“Shot and killed while taking a lump of coal
from a car! His family was freezing and he had
had no work for six months. Six children and
a wife all packed into a cabin with three rooms, on
the West Side. One child wrapped in rags in a
closet!”

These were headlines that he read slowly. He
then went on and read the detailed account of the
shooting and the visit of the reporter to the tenement
where the family lived. He finished, and there
was silence around the table. The humor of the
hour was swept out of existence by this bit of human
tragedy. The great city roared about the Settlement.
The awful current of human life was flowing in a great
stream past the Settlement House, and those who had
work were hurrying to it in a vast throng. But
thousands were going down in the midst of that current,
clutching at last hopes, dying literally in a land
of plenty because the boon of physical toil was denied
them.

There were various comments on the part of the residents.
One of the new-comers, a young man preparing for the
ministry, said: “Why don’t the man
apply to one of the charity organizations for help?
Or to the city? It certainly is not true that
even at its worst this city full of Christian people
would knowingly allow any one to go without food or
fuel.”

“No, I don’t believe it would,”
replied Dr. Bruce. “But we don’t
know the history of this man’s case. He
may have asked for help so often before that, finally,
in a moment of desperation he determined to help himself.
I have known such cases this winter.”

“That is not the terrible fact in this case,”
said the Bishop. “The awful thing about
it is the fact that the man had not had any work for
six months.”

“Why don’t such people go out into the
country?” asked the divinity student.

Some one at the table who had made a special study
of the opportunities for work in the country answered
the question. According to the investigator the
places that were possible for work in the country
were exceedingly few for steady employment, and in
almost every case they were offered only to men without
families. Suppose a man’s wife or children
were ill. How would he move or get into the country?
How could he pay even the meager sum necessary to
move his few goods? There were a thousand reasons
probably why this particular man did not go elsewhere.